Stern Algorithm

For Greater Evil!

"Well met, Lord Annatar - I, Dr. Minccia, am thankful for the aid. My plan is simple - My GPS can tell me the location of every major jeweler in Las Vegas!"

"Anyways, I'd be more than willing to split the loot evenly in exchange for assistance. While my robots handle a few other locations, I believe we should head... That way."

"If you are still having second thoughts, I will also concede the right to pick the name for our temporary alliance. Just be sure to make it have flair."

@Duoya

"Nnnnnnot so fast, Doctor Mamacita!"

"But what could be the opposite of jewels..?"

"TO THE CITY POUND!"

@Menhir

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼

Despite having been engulfed in Maricola's fleshy appendage, Annatar was at least still capable of communicating telepathically, though he wondered how the boy felt, hearing Annatar's thoughts while seeing his small mammal body slowly get sucked into Maricola's meaty arm. "I have no desire to name the alliance, so you may keep that honor for yourself." Annatar thought-spoke to Justin.

At that moment, Maricola made her declaration and headed towards the pound, with both Annatar and Justin in tow. Annatar doubted Justin had any interest in whatever Maricola was up to, and was afraid that if this continued, Justin would lose interest and seek help elsewhere. Seeing as Justin wanted to steal jewels, he could surmise that Justin simply wanted to accumulate wealth, a common and simple motivation for humans. But seeing as how Maricola had decided to seek the opposite of jewels (pets, or somesuch apparently according to Maricola's unfathomable mind), Annatar would need to strike some sort of compromise. "Maricola, wait! If you are against jewels, we could steal something else. And I don't mind being stuck inside you, but at least let our friend her go, please? We could steal something else instead, our new friend seems keen on getting filthy rich. Having hung out with, ahem, 'youth' your age, I know a thing or two about 'technology', which you seem to be a master of. Couldn't you easily 'hack' these gambling machines to award us with money we haven't won? That way, we accumulate wealth and don't even seem to be doing it illegitimately. How about that Maricola? Or maybe, you tell me what you're interested in?"

Yes, Annatar realized, he was indeed babysitting.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

@Crusader Lord @Rune_Alchemist @Darked13 @Spriggs27 @Ookawa @Lucius Cypher

The scouting drones that Brunhillde had Omniac send out were a sort of test. Omniac had been designed with the concept of 'sound', so 'canonically' it was able to hear whatever its scouts heard. What this meant in-game was simply that it had shared aggro with its scouts and was able to detect enemies and intruders outside the guild where the scouts were posted. Of course, Omniac would 'declare' that it had 'heard' from its scouts through what was essentially a magitech 'psychic'link akin to radio. A few of these scouting beetle drones alighted on the shoulders of Kira, Merius, and Nebuchi, who were exploring outside the guild, and one went over to Alena's shoulder. Multiple had been sent to the group outside in case they split up, but that possibility was much less likely for the group that was dealing with matters inside, so only one was sent to Lady tea, Marchosias, and Archene collectively.

"Omniac, our faithful guardian, how do you fare? Is there anything strange afoot to your sensibilities."

@Zelosse

"The interior group is currently dealing with a breach in our defenses. They are holding their own quite capably against what appear to be necromantic goat-men and their undead minions. The external group is continuing to scout the perimeter."

Brunhillde slowly looked up, startled. Omniac was not capable of offering interpretations of events. She looked at Overzealous, wide-eyed, but didn't comment on it. An indistinct sort of 'radio chatter' emanated from Omniac, with hints of familiar voices from the guild members being eavesdropped on. This also meant that they were indeed picking up the sounds in their vicinity and transmitting it to Omniac, who was replaying the sound faithfully, though the signals were being mixed. Brunhillde would need to think of a way to deconvolute the signals.

As for the other guild members who had scout drones in their vicinity, they heard similar radio chatter coming from the drones, the only difference was they didn't hear their own sounds, but did hear Brunhillde's and Overzealous' voices, as well as the clanging of the forge.

"We should try creating something more complex."

@Zelosse

"Y-yes," Brunhillde replied, trying not to think about what she had just heard from Omniac. Being a bit of a fanatic, thei first thing Brunhillde thought of was... "Trains! I mean, it would be a pretty long-term goal, since the engine is massive, and we'd need to lay down tracks. But at least it uses fuel already available in a medieval setting, namely wood or coal. It will be donkey's years before we could make anything even close to resembling a smartphone, but maybe we can start trying to generate electricity. I'll need acid and metals to make simple voltaic cells, but that shouldn't be too hard to find. We'll need magnets if we want to make turbines...I wonder if lodestones are a thing in this game? I mean, world. But I'm getting ahead of myself, before we get to electricity, the industrial revolution was only a few steps away from the medieval age, right? Or what about gunpowder? Ancient Chiense invented that, right? OH! Or dynamite!" Looking around, something else dawned on Brunhillde. "Measuring equipment..." she said in dismay. Before, in the game, an ingot of iron always weighed 'one weight' and was a foot long. There was no need to measure anything since everything was digitally managed by the game. And while Brunhillde could craft a sword from a pre-existing ingot, that was only because she had memorized the sword recipe. To make anything outside of the game's original crafting menu would require making their own measurements. "I'll need rulers, bottles, glass, lots of glass. Scales...big ones, small ones. Standard weights. Omigod, omigod!" Brunhillde's diminutive form bounced up and down in excitement. "I don't know where to start! What do you think would privode most immediate utility to the guild?" she asked Overzealous.

Black Lily [High Casual]

@pugbutter

Ah, I gotcha. That's not a bad position for a character, but keep in mind that Black Lily only employs the worst kinds of people. Take a look at the OOC and if you think you can work a character concept like that into this kind of world, I'd be more than happy to look at a submission for it.

@Concept

But middle-management are the worst kind of people...

@pugbutter

Made in Abyss [Closed]

Neeza

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"I suppose that is... True, that is vaguely true what you tell me Neeza. It is true yet, inhumane. Their expertise is formed from their experiences in the abyss by fighting and delving deeper, yes. It is harsh however to train someone into an 'super abyss delver' by hurting them so that they become used to the reality of the abyss. We won't force those methods on someone of that age and certainly not on someone that unwillingly led up to our home. Children need to have a childhood too to become decent citizens, just like you Neeza."

@liferusher

Neeza tried not to flinch when Leader mentioned having a childhood. True, the latter half of her life had been spent in opulence, but it was unable to erase what happened in the former half. Having experienced both had forced her to attempt to wrap her mind around the 'why' of the situation. The only conclusion she could reach was that fate was arbitrary and random, inherently unfair. Some of her fellow orphans still lived in poverty and under harsh, abusive labor conditions, while other children knew nothing but warm beds and full bellies their whole lives. Thus Neeza did not see herself as the most fortunate, nor the least fortunate, but seeing such extremes opened her third eye to some deeper truth that she was still trying to grapple with. In the religion of her homeland, the concept of 'nothingness' or 'emptiness' was considered holy, virtuous. Yet her people had lost their way. They reached for greater and greater heights of comfort, creating such dichotomies. But the truth was not to be found in high places, nor was it to be found in the light. It was to be found in the deep, in the dark, in the only place in the world that could be called the embodiment of 'nothingness', of 'emptiness'. Still, she needed to trust, that whatever higher power governed the Abyss, that called to her, held dominion over all matters of life and death, and that even the fate that she saw as arbitrary and random was the working of this higher power. After all, it had led her here, hadn't it? That being the case, perhaps she should trust 'fate' for the time being, and allow the other children the comfort that was their due. Perhaps the discipline Neeza sought was for herself alone, for now. After all, she was the chosen prophet, not them. Unless she had some faith to bring to them, a religion t obelieve in and motivate them to purify themselves and prepare for transcendence, the discipline she wished to enact would be as pearls before swine. Neeza merely nodded, wordlessly, in response, though her critical eyes continued to bore into his.

"Neeza, I'm sure you'll be a great delver someday. If you already think about the abyss like this I am sure you'll be the one to get to the bottom of it. But, the abyss is not only full of pain and horror. It can be the most womderfull place as well. So please, use the comfort we give you to enjoy the abyss as well."

@liferusher

As if reading her mind, Leader asked her to 'enjoy the beauty of the Abyss' as well as its hardships. Neeza wondered if this went against creed. Of course, strength was paramount to survival, but if she closed her eyes to all the Abyss had to offer, then she was being ignorant, and unworthy of being the Prophet of the Precipice. Neeza nodded again, and finished her tea. "Thank you, Leader, for the thought-provoking discussion. I believe that I will be able to sleep tonight." She got up, returned the bow, and headed back to bed.

Pariah Online | Season One

Yeah, I'll get a post up soon. Just wondering if @Xiro Zean is still with us

For Greater Evil!

I'm pretty sure it is, but I've noticed people trying to "win" in RPs like that before with vague powers which really kills the fun. I think the GM might be worried about that.

@CommanderCool

Good point. I shouldn't have let Maricola's slap destroy Annatar in the first place, but I did it for shits and giggles.

For Greater Evil!

More like you shouldn't post outside the limits of your CS in the first place.

@Stern Algorithm
Replace Other in your CS abilities with Regeneration. I shouldn't have allowed that first time around.

@Lonewolf685

Whoops, sorry, I thought this whole thing was just supposed to be light-hearted and goofy, so I took some liberties. I will make the changes and refrain from stepping out-of-bounds.

For Greater Evil!

@Stern Algorithm
Don't forget to add regeneration to your sheet too in case you lose track, friend.

@Menhir

At least he didn't reappear and eat his own body

For Greater Evil!

"Good thing your pal Endemmy is here, I know all about Vegas. After all, this is where I'm from!"

@CommanderCool

That explains all the diseases. I guess what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.

Midnight Sun: Original Thread

Alright, revamped bio, here we go~!

Ophelia Minovska

O p h e l i a M i n o v s k a

“Ophelia Minovska, reporting for duty. I will do my utmost, despite my ineptitude. If you'll have me, please allow me to be your tactical coordinator.”

Ophelia Minovska, formally bowing

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Ophelia "Clumsy Oaf" Minovska

_Age

20

_Gender

Female

_Origin

Volk Odin, Wolf 1061 System

_Appearance

Ophelia has a great physique by conventional beauty standards, though she keeps it hidden with, muted, modest, or professional garments, such as combat fatigues. Prim and well-kept, some would describe her appearance as disciplined and meticulous, yet simple, efficient. She embodies her profession, that of a soldier, less so in a "The few, the proud, the Marines," sense and more so as a willing and ignorant grunt, a cog in the machine sense. Stoic, emotionless, compliant, and seemingly always standing at attention, Ophelia makes certain that others feel heard and understood.

_Personality

Ophelia exudes a sense of professional service. Compliant and willing to help, she robotically performs tasks required of her, often going above and beyond, asking for very little in return. She seems dissociated and detached, as if her body were not her own, and tends to push herself beyond reasonable limits. Self-sacrificing to the point of being near-suicidal, she thinks only of accomplishing the mission. Emotionally clumsy, Ophelia is awkward and can only come up with material solutions to the emotional problems of others. While she has the intention to be nurturing, her execution is lacking, as is her empathy. Emotionally stunted and unable to convey empathy properly, she sees her only form of expressing compassion in the act of making herself useful and being of utility to others. Part of her problem is the belief that she can be 'the glove that can fit any hand', and her having never found a suitable partner flies in the face of that. But it manifests in her personality, her obsessive, desperate attempts to be as excessively accommodating and compliant as possible.

_{Background Information}

Volk Odin, or Wolf Prime, is a planet with a cold, harsh climate, colonized by a desperate but industrious people. Clumsy and inept, Ophelia grew up in a family of iridium miners, one of the few, precious commodities of the planet. That, unfortunately, made it a prime target for Ascendancy forces. During a routine transaction of iridium with their most recent customer, PROJECT Valkyrie, the mine was attacked. While the Valkyries that deployed were able to stave off the attack, Ophelia's home was destroyed, her and her family buried beneath it. When they dug her out, it became apparent that she was the sole survivor of her family. Both of her hands had also been mangled by the rubble, and with subpar medical facilities on Volk Odin, she would be a hand-less cripple for the rest of her days. Taking pity on her, one of the medical staff from PROJECT Valkyrie took her on board and she became a ward of the PROJECT, and eventually provided her with prosthetic hands.

Admiring the Valkyries who had swept in and prevented the colony from utter destruction, Ophelia had, at some point voiced a desire to become a coordinator. There was a floating theory among project scientists that synchronization potential could be tested at a young age and grooming someone to be a Coordinator from their youth could produce better-skilled pilots. Deciding that it was worth a shot, they allowed Ophelia to participate, and it became readily apparent that she had a knack for being a technical coordinator, proving quite capable at initiating synchronization and interfacing with Valkyrie computers. Some say that because of her prosthetics, she was already used to the man-machine-interface, though this was just conjecture. With TC's being so much more rare that PC's, they immediately tried to pair her with potential PC trainees. Yet something wasn't quite right, and despite everything looking good on paper, despite Ophelia's willingness to accommodate her perspective partners, despite Ophelia's 'blank-slate' psychological proflie, despite everything going smoothly during simulations, Ophelia was never able to pass Synchro Training with any partner. One partner described it as, "You're supposed to feel like two minds, one body, or two bodies, one mind, but I just felt like...me". Another described it as, "...an overwhelming sense of loneliness, like she wasn't there at all".

Though the scientists never said it in so many words, Ophelia felt like a reject and could tell their disappointment. In the end, she became a test-bed for the continued development of Valkyrie computers and as something akin to a 'training dummy' to get PC's used to the feel of interfacing with their eventual TC partners. But recently, something was...different about one of the prospective PC's passing through her training simulation.

Attributes & Other Information

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_{Coordinator Type}

Tactical Coordinator

_{Coordination Profile}

Awareness | ■□□□□
Composure | ■■■■■
Endurance | ■■■■□
Instinct | ■■■■□
Intellect | ■□□□□

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